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I cleared my throat. “You could make us another drink, then if you want to butter and brown this bread, I’ll get the potatoes ready for the grill.”
I showed him how to slice the hotdog buns when the New England buns couldn’t be found; they were already prepared. Cutting off each side of the crust the long way left white bread exposed like the middle of the bun. Buttering it and placing it in the skillet to sizzle, the smell of butter took over the kitchen. He followed suit and finished the rest as I put the potatoes on thegrill. After flattening the toasted buns, we piled the lobster salad on top in a heap, cut them into bite-size squares, and placed them on a plate. I watched as the muscles in his jaw and his arm flexed as he cooked. I immediately knew I liked watching him cook and that we shared the same passion for it, along with the same desire for each other. There was no denying the sexual friction between us.
Finally, we went out to the lanai and sat, snacking on the lobster bites. With the first buttery and salty bite of the salad, cool to the warm bun, Parks moaned in pure pleasure, agreeing with the choice and taste, which sent bolts of desire screeching through my body. Swallowing hard, trying to regain a little bit of composure, I popped a bite into my mouth, praying I wouldn’t choke. As I chewed, he reached over and rubbed the corner of my mouth with his thumb. “You had a little mayo on your lips.”
I could see his eyes transform with desire and our eyes locked as we took a sip of our drinks. He leaned in and kissed me softly at first, then feverishly, losing all control of our desires. I could feel his body come to life as he pressed against my leg. His hand slid into my dress to discover my perky breasts were bra-free. To my delight, he started playing with them, kneading them with his fingers.
A moan escaped the back of my throat as our tongues played with each other. I nipped at his bottom lip, and he moaned my name. My hands moved from rubbing his back to his crotch, where his shaft strained against his jeans. With lust taking over and all caution to the wind, we pleasured each other together right there on my lanai. Breathless, with my loose hair sticking to my moist face, he moved it away and kissed my forehead. We lay together in each other’s arms, catching our breath, wishing for a breeze, and hoping for time to stand still.
“I’ll be right back,” I said as I got up, smiled at him, then disappeared inside the house. When I returned, I noticed he had flipped the potatoes I had forgotten. He had refreshed our drinks and was resting on the Globo. He patted the seat next to him and I took it. He pulled me into his arms and gave me a slow kiss full of passion.
“That was so nice. I needed a release after this week,” I said as I snuggled his neck, smelling his scent. He stroked my long hair and kissed my forehead once again. I tried like hell to make light of the affair, although it felt anything but light.
“It was nice; that’s been building since I first saw you,” he whispered in my ear. I raised my head in wonder.
“Yeah?”
He nodded.
We sat there a bit, then decided it would be best to get the other food going for dinner. I was ravenous after our little escapade on the lanai, in broad daylight, no less. Blushing at the thought, I returned to the kitchen and put the broccoli on to steam. The lobster tails were slow-steaming in the oven, already pre-cooked from earlier today; the aroma in the house that wafted out to the lanai was a mix of buttery sweetness and Old Bay spice.
Parks set the table as I put our plates together with a lobster tail, a side of dipping butter, broccoli, and a baked potato split on top. I placed the two plates on the table, and we sat down to eat. We both moaned more than once at the taste of the food, enjoying every bite.
“Want dessert or would you like to wait a bit?” I asked as I put the last dinner dishes in the dishwasher.
“I think I’ll wait a bit. I’m stuffed right now.”
I laughed and agreed with him; we retreated to the lanai to sit and watch the sunset in each other’s arms. As we sat sipping our drinks, we were content in the silence. There seemed to be something unsaid, I thought as I turned to look at him. “I saw you took the boat out last weekend.”
“Yes, I had Kayla over for dinner, and we took it out for a spin. I saw you had company; it looked quite intimate, I must say.” He looked at me with his sparkling eyes, a brow raised, expecting an answer. I smiled at him and touched his face lightly with my hand.
“That was Elliot. We’re not intimate, except in friendship. He had just told me he was gay, which I had suspected all along. We had a fling in high school, but it ended as fast as it had started. I think he knew then but was trying to fight his sexuality at that time. He told me about a guy he met; he seemed so happy. I’m happy he fessed up; he’s pretty much my family now.” I took a breath and looked back at him. “What about you and this Kayla?”
Letting out a sigh, he leaned over and kissed me quickly before beginning. “I’ve been friends with her since the second grade; our parents hung out all the time. We’d get into mischief, but that’s about it. There’s never been anything between us.”
Relieved, I put my hand on his thigh and took a swig of my drink. “Ready for dessert?” I smiled at him.
He leaned close to my ear and whispered, “Are you dessert?” Chills ran up my spine as his warm breath hit my neck, and the words flowed out of his mouth into my ear. I took ashallow breath and turned to look at him; my eyes felt like fire, burning with desire.
“No, not really; however, you might ask again later.” We laughed as I stood and took our glasses to get a refill. When I returned, I asked if he wanted to go for a walk, take Simba, and let our food digest some more. He agreed as he took my hand, and we walked across the yard to get Simba.
Parker
“Don’t follow the crowd, let the crowd follow you.” Margaret Thatcher
As we walked around the neighborhood with Simba and our drinks, Olivia asked me more about Kayla. “So, Parks, when will I get to meet Kayla? I’d love for you to meet El. maybe we can invite them over for dinner sometime?”
I couldn’t help but laugh. “Parks, huh? I like it when you call me that. Sounds sexy coming from your lips.”
She poked me in fun and laughed. “I’m serious.”
“Dinner would be great, but you can meet her now if you would like. She’s out in her yard pulling weeds.” I pointed in her direction, and she seemed surprised Kayla lived so close. I knew she wondered how long Kayla had lived there. Shrugging, I guided her and Simba up the drive.
“Hi, Kayla.” Liv watched her stand and eye us curiously as she wiped her hands on her jean shorts and then brushed some hair out of her eyes. She reached out and hugged Liv. “Hi, how are you doing?” She eyed Liv, then returned her attention to me.
“I’m good. I wanted you to meet my neighbor, Olivia. Olivia, this is Kayla.” Oliva held out her hand out to shake Kayla’s, but she bypassed the offering and hugged her. Sorta surprised at the show of affection, I stood there with my arms by my side.
Once Kayla released her from the hug, she spoke. “It’s a pleasure to meet you. Sorry, I’m a hugger, and any friend of Parks’ here is a friend of mine.” Liv smiled at her and knew atonce that she liked her. She looked up at me and then back to Kayla.
